Klavier Gavin

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[rockgodklav]

”Ja, but do I need an introduction?”

”Lights, cameras, achtung! Rock god Klavier Gavin, brother of Kristoph Gavin, and Prosecutor Gavin at your services!”

[Scarlet Noise Klavier Info.]

[OOC: A roleplay blog featuring Klavier Gavin! Inspired heavily by @firstclassattorney. If you like this blog, go check out theirs!]

𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙺𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛…

He/Him pronouns.

I’ll be featuring any Klavier shown in AA4 (17 yr. and 24 yr.) and at any time point in AA4. When sending an ask, specify which Klavier you want to speak with or I’ll pick for you

Shipping, as long as it’s appropriate (and not minor Klavier), is a-okay

Suggestive asks are fine, as long as they’re not directed towards the mod

You can send asks to both normal Klavier and Scarlet Noise AU Klavier!

𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚍…

She/He pronouns

I go by Eleanor

Main accounts are @jaydovekj / @cyberturtlepenguin

I also run @thepollyjustice

Any kind of interaction (roleplay or ask) is welcome! Characters from Ace Attorney, OCs, or even just Anons are welcome!

[ask-the-turnabout-terror]

how *do* you get along with klavier, by the way? he doesn't seem like he was too well after finding out everything his brother did...

“I don’t blame him anymore— that’s how. We were both played in that trial, and neither of us knew.”

@rockgodklav

[rockgodklav]

“It’s just… a pity it turned out how it did, ja?”

[rockgodklav]

(17 y/o Klavier)

*a small hoard of journalists run up to Klavier*

-There recently has been rumors about your brother Kristoph Gavin forging evidence! what do you have to say about the matter Mr. Gavin?!

-Mr. Gavin how did you know that the diary page was forged?!

-Did you know Mr. Wright personally before his disbarment??!

-Would you say you're one of the prosecutors who seek the truth Mr. Gavin?!

-Is your brother actually connected to the true reason behind Mr. Wright's disbarment??!!

*and the questions keep on piling...*

Klavier stumbles briefly, if only in shock.

“A- Ah!.. Well.. ahem…”

It doesn’t take long for him to recollect himself.

“Achtung! Forgive me, forgive me, but, ach. Nein. I’m not taking questions at this time! Ja, I know, a pity, richtig? My heart bleeds for you!”

( @firstclassattorney & @ask-the-turnabout-terror mentions )

[rockgodklav]

klavier.. klavier a daryan behind YOU 💜

“Ach! Where?!”

[rockgodklav]

Can you help me sue Apollo Justice? He's been occupying my brain too much and it's become a serious problem, like, I can't get *anything* done. My families worried sick, my marriage has gone to shit, my dog hates me. And it's all because of him.

“Achtung! Forgive now for not wanting to be in Herr Forehead’s bad graces..”

[rockgodklav]

Hey do you know where the evidence from the Radio case went? That is, assuming you were even paying attention in that trial…

- @gremmy-lynn-ace-detective

“Ach.. Well, you see..”

[jaydovekj]

I miss roleplaying terribly 😭😭 ace attorney nation, should I come back?

klavier and/or apollo blog comeback?

yes, both!!

no, sorry, I wouldn’t be interested (no shame; i appreciate the honesty LMAO)

only yes to the apollo blog

only yes to the klavier blog

Voting ended onFeb 10, 2025

[rockgodklav]

heheh hi klav!! (any klav) what's your current favorite song? and no. a gavinners song does not count >:(

“Ahh.. Currently? ‘HOT TO GO!’ by Chappel Roan.”

[rockgodklav]

[ btw, take your time answering and dont rush the rp, only answer if ur comfortable to! And it works for either klaviers to answer! ]

Outside of Klaviers appartment, someone knocked impatiently on the door. Seemingly unable to wait for klavier to get up and open the door. The more time Klavier took to answer, the more annoying the knocks started to become. But they also seemed a tad filled with desperation. And once Klavier had decided to open the door and see who was standing outside.. emas figure appeared. She didnt seem much content, whatsoever.

“ ... Care to explain why you havent been picking up my calls? ”

not even a single hi or question on how the man was. She had been worried sick overall- she wouldnt admit such whatsoever. She doesnt like to admit she was worried sick for Klavier. But she was, and she had been trying to call him for a hand of time to be ignored or so.

- Ema🧪 ( @snackoo-science-detective )

“…Frau.. Detective. What a pleasant surprise.”

Klavier’s mouth barely twitched up in a forced smile. His mascara was smudged under his eyes and his hair was just barely out of place. It was almost enough to be written off, but there was something, so subtly, wrong.

He touched his hair, absently trying to smooth the back. There was no doubt a crease in his hair from sleeping on it. It was, what, afternoon and he apparently hadn’t pulled himself together by now?

Admittedly.. worrisome behaviors. Especially after his brother’s execution.

[prosecutorsmithen]

Klavier was outside, standing in the terrible cold and dark, and.. out of breath? His iconic motorcycle was no where in sight.

He had his hands on his hips, looking down and catching his breath, when the door swung open.

“A.. Ah. Guten Tag, I… ah, I.. heard the news?”

The.. baby. Right. Oh dear. He offered a nervous grin—you would’ve thought he was the baby daddy without context. Klavier and Kimi hadn’t even spoken much prior; seems Klavier is excited..

-@rockgodklav (love the idea of klavier being so excited to be an uncle and to help out. ykwim??)

Kimi well.. was suprised to see Klavier outside of the door. Well, he had heard his songs and knew him from his music career, but also was aware of Klavier and Kristoph being siblings... But it was late night. He had jsut well... He was in a simply baggy shirt and gym pants. He was still a wreck and tears stains were visible on his face.

“ Ah-... Well hi.. uh.. you must be kristoph's brother, isnt it? Come in- ”

Kimi, with a forced but soft smile said, taking a step back and letting Klavier inside his own house. Well, this was kinda weird. Why the hell was he there, it seemed of crazy.

[rockgodklav]

”I was.. worried you wouldn’t be here, ja.” Klavier stepped inside, putting his coat on the first hanger he saw. “Really, I would’ve thought Kristoph would have had you living with him by now, richtig?”

He sat down, watching Kimi and trying to decipher if, maybe, he shouldn’t show excitement.

“Speaking of Kris.. and the baby.. Is there anyway I can help, perhaps? Ach, moving things, shopping, the like?” He was doing a good job containing himself.

”I know we haven’t spoken much, ja,” he added. “But, ach, can you blame me? New life— achtung, what a concept.”

[prosecutorsmithen]

“ well uh.. i guess you can say its kind of a situationship between me and kristoph...? ” Kimi started. Thinking a bit as he closed the door- it was infact a situationship, atleast he thought. So ofcourse he wouldnt just... Change houses so soon atleast. Why? Well, he still had a daughter who studying nearby where the lived, and his own pet ferret, he had built a living there and itd take time to change stuff, but he didnt think kristoph would want kimi so soon living with him, not untill he had set himself in a right mindset about the whole situation.

“ and well... I suppose any help is genuinly welcome? ” he said, he wasnt certain. Well, he wasnt used to have people wanting to help him, he was used to have to reach for anything to even just have his name be heard and recognized. But seeing the offers for help, and knowing last time... Any help would be a big help.

“ and i get it, don’t worry. Feel uh.. free to explore my house. ‘mi casa eres tu casa’, as what my mother used to tell the guests ” he chuckled at his stupid portuguese accent slipping when he said something in spanish, a genuine smile, even if small. He wanted to well.. make Klavier feel like he was home, it was the least he could do now that the other was there in that moment.

[rockgodklav]

“Ahh.. ‘Mein Haus ist dein Haus.’ A lovely saying, richtig?” Klavier chuckled himself, much warmer than his brother. He was friendly, really; it was a welcome change of pace.

He seemed to recall something upon the mention of a mother, expression so briefly tightening as he touched the side of his face.

“Your mother, hm? She sounds lovely. Does she live far away?” His parents did. How freeing.

[firstclassattorney]

Kristoph’s phone dinged where it laid facedown on his desk; someone seemed to have texted him and chosen to notify despite the phone being intentionally silenced.

It was Klavier. Who else? The message read: “Out front.” Simple enough.

Who else besides Klavier would show up uninvited on Kristoph’s doorstep anyway? It was no coincidence it was ten minutes after he was informed about.. the whole baby situation, with Kimi and such.

-@rockgodklav

Kristoph had prayed it was someone else for once; perhaps some kind of scam call, or some bot informing him there were "hot singles in his area" (which he did not care for- he was a loyal man, you see), but no, it was Klavier. A part of him almost felt relieved. Klavier always had this carefree aura to him and the lack of professionalism and stoicness calmed him.

...Which is why he felt so uneasy to see him send such a short, serious message.

That simple "out front" had left him spiraling- or, well, he had been spiraling already- over what they were going to discuss. He simply took a deep breath, attempted to fix his frazzled hair (that had more gel than usual in order to try and look presentable at all times), and went to go greet his brother.

"Klavier! How... lovely, to see you come by."

You mustn't strain your voice. You mustn't look weak. This is your little brother, Kristoph.

[rockgodklav]

Klavier seemed tired himself, seemingly having gotten out of bed to come visit. Kristoph could tell by the lack of makeup and drill-reminiscent hair. He didn’t seem panicked, but rather tired and.. happy.

Ah. He’s excited. The grin on his face gave it away.

”Guten Tag. I, ah..” Klavier messed with the purple beanie on his head. “I heard.. And I’m here, ja.”

He let himself in. Why wouldn’t he? Klavier left his boots at the door and headed right to the couch.

“Tired, Kristoph?” He noticed the overly gelled hair, or maybe it was the wrinkles in his suit, and chuckled hypocritically.

[firstclassattorney]

"Not at all."

Kristoph practically lied through his teeth, shutting the door behind Klavier and using every ounce of control he had over his body to avoid having his eye twitch with annoyance. He always despised it when people pointed out the flaws in his appearance, especially when he already had enough on his plate.

"But, well, you know how it is. The whole situation is ridiculous. It's not even- well, it is mine, but not in the way you'd..."

He took a deep breath and pushed his glasses further up his nose with no need to. A moment of realization struck him a bit late, however, and his gaze turned to Klavier once more.

"What? Where did you hear from? I don't recall telling a single soul about it."

[rockgodklav]

”..Oh, you know. Ach.” Klavier waved his hand absently, tossing his hat on the coffee table.

He was trying to relax, obviously, but his fidgeting gave him away. Klavier glanced at Kristoph, then right back at the floor. His leg bounced.

“Well, you weren’t going to keep a secret from me, were you?”

Klavier didn’t recall his excuses being so weak. Some work there might benefit.

[rockgodklav]

[[Part 4 of an undecided amount]] [[Part 3]] [[Part 2]] [[Part 1]]

[[new reblog chain! if you decide to read the past parts… you have been warned that they are very, very long.]]

@brodorokihousuke

-

If he were of a sounder mind, Klavier might’ve woken Apollo up or even declined the call. It’s none of his business, anyway.

But he was not.

Klavier took Apollo’s phone and locked himself in the bedroom, standing in the farthest corner from the door as he accepted the call.

He cleared his throat and collected himself. Time to be Klavier Gavin, rockstar prosecutor. “..Guten Tag? Fräulien Magician, are you there?”

It’s rude not to greet someone properly, no?

“May I ask why you’ve rung so late, perhaps?”

Klavier shifted his weight between his feet (still wearing only socks) and messed with his already messy hair using his free time. His voice was quieter than usual, clearly trying not to wake a certain horned menace.

[surging-eyes-seeing-through]

[Apollo remained in his spot, either too asleep to acknowledge the man's movement or too exhausted to care.

When Klavier answered the phone and posed his question, there was a drawn-out span of silence that followed. For a moment, it may have even seemed as if the call hadn't gone through, but the faint static suggested otherwise.

"...Mr. Prosecutor? But I thought I called- Are you with Polly?"

[Trucy sounded baffled, understandably so. After a brief two-second pause, she continued, the confusion in her voice making way for her usual casual tone.]

"Oh, I just-! I've been up all night, and I was thinking about how I haven't seen Polly since everything, and... I thought I'd try to call!"

[She was good at hiding her emotions, even more so than her brother. But even then, the grief she held in her heart was strong enough to taint all her words with sadness. Seeing one friend (whom was truly family) aggressively isolate themselves and having another die, all in the span of just over a week... it would be unreasonable to expect anything other than sorrow from her, truly.]

[rockgodklav]

”..Ja, I see.”

Klavier glanced briefly at the door. If his leave of absence was anything like Klavier’s, this call would’ve went unanswered, presumably.

..Poor thing. Klavier could sympathize with Trucy, really—especially this one. Losing what little friends (or family, if you stretched it) you had has to be difficult to cope with. Klavier knows.

“I believe Herr.. Justice may need some space. Forgive him.” Klavier was about to hang up (God knows he needs to get some rest), but he hesitated.

He added, “Get some sleep, Fräulien Magician. You need it—I’m sure.”

[surging-eyes-seeing-through]

"Can I... can I at least talk to him? Just for a minute?"

[The desperation in Trucy's voice, as miniscule as it was, cut through her words. For a small moment, even the calm, cheery facade faltered a little, but it returned in full force for her next words.]

"I know, I just... I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to, right now!"

[Another pause, and a deep breath. The next words were somewhat quieter, murmured through the phone's background static.]

"If I... can't talk to him, can you at least tell him that I... I miss him! And I hope he's doing alright!"

[A few of the photos laying around, as of general note, prominently showed Apollo and Trucy together. The former was basically an honorary Wright family member at this point, anyways, having spent much time with the father-daughter pair.

They both looked happy, then. Everyone did.

How times had changed.]

[rockgodklav]

Klavier picked up the photos. He looked at the happy family—if it can be labeled as such—then at a mirror on the wall. He looked..

..awful. His hair was a rat’s nest from the fighting. Bruises had formed when he rested, on his arms, legs, jaw and left eye—or, atleast those were the ones he could see. His makeup was even worse than when he passed out, torn apart from being clawed and swung at. Dark bags sat under his eyes. Klavier slumped and hardly held himself up

He had never looked so bad.

“..Frau Wright..” He pinched the bridge of his nose. Oh, how to tell the poor girl? That she wasn’t going to speak with the sleeping maniac, or perhaps that he hardly knew her?

Klavier set the photo of the Wrights, Apollo included, back on the bedside table with more care than he had shown to anything all day.

“Forgive me,” he sighed and hung up.

Bad idea. All of it—this was all one awful, horrible idea: staying with Apollo, helping Apollo, telling Apollo what he did. fighting Apollo. That was hardly the start, too. It was all so bad.

Honestly, as he was thinking, Klavier had already started to lay down in Apollo’s empty, messy bed. As soon as his eyes fell shut, they flew open and again. Gott, give him a break; he can’t even sleep.

Just perfect.

Klavier left Apollo’s phone on the bedside table and slowly opened the door to the bedroom, wincing as it creaked..

[surging-eyes-seeing-through]

[Apollo had been in roughly the same position he had been left in, curled on his side with his back to his bedroom. Initially, it wasn't exactly clear if he was still asleep, but the tensing of muscles and grumble of annoyance he gave at the sharp creak of the door could tell one enough information.

Even then, he refused to move at all, not even turning his head in Klavier's direction as he muttered in a broken voice.]

"...Why... what are you doing..?"

[He didn't sound angry at all, voice almost entirely flat save for a slight hint of questioning tone. It seemed like whatever was willing him to fight had dissipated, now leaving him with nothing but empty exhaustion in return.

At least, the chaos was over. But, picking up the pieces- both literal and figurative- that it left behind was a large enough task itself...]

[rockgodklav]

“Just.. walking around, ja,” Klavier murmured, sitting on the floor next to Apollo. These days, it was so easy for him to lie.

A familial thing, perhaps.

His hands, steady once more, hesitated upon being lifted. Klavier watched Apollo’s back. They were both worn and exhausted—a problem they caused for themselves. Instead of helping Apollo, Klavier put his hands back on the ground.

“Ach. Have you been asleep?” Klavier wasn’t certain whether or not his brief conversation was heard. If not, he didn’t plan to fess up that he had taken Apollo’s phone nor did his plan to inform Apollo about what the frau had said.

”And.. forgive me for waking you. Entschuldigung.”

He still sounded different than when fully awake, speaking slower and quieter than usual, but Klavier maintained his over-the-top accent. It helped separate him from the situation; if he was playing a persona, then he couldn’t really feel the reality setting in.

Atleast.. not fully. Klavier just might be going crazy.

[surging-eyes-seeing-through]

"Mm... I heard you talking, though. Unless... you were talking to yourself?"

[Apollo's head turned, just slightly, at the same time he asked the question. It only stayed like so for another second, before he set it back against the ground with a sigh. It seemed like he had heard bits and pieces, but... at least, he did not remember the beginning.

With each steady breath he took, his arm rose and fell, as it sat on his side. His hair, while still retaining the general shape of his usual style, was gradually getting more and more messy, the normally fluffy texture of his hair combining poorly with the days-old hair product still covering it. Even with his face turned away, there was some bruising and old blood visible, more injuries certainly existing beneath his bandaged arms.

It was miserable, all of it. The broken mug, of which his dull eyes were focused on, only added to everything...]

"It's... fine. I would've woken up eventually, anyways..."

[The pain had almost done as much before Klavier did, really.]

[rockgodklav]

”It…” Klavier just sighed, deflating further.

He just.. chuckled, weak and laying on the floor. The ceiling was looking terribly interesting, apparently.

“Ja, I suppose so.”

Though not terribly guilty, his actions hurt once more. What is it they say? To think before you speak? Something to try sometime.

He didn’t bring up the phone call or the conversation again.

They laid in silence for a while. It wasn’t comfortable—just, silence. Then, Klavier reached over and held onto Apollo’s bandaged hand. He’s what? The only friend Klavier has left?

What a pity.

”It’s Christmas,” he murmured, quiet.

[prosecutorsmithen]

Klavier was outside, standing in the terrible cold and dark, and.. out of breath? His iconic motorcycle was no where in sight.

He had his hands on his hips, looking down and catching his breath, when the door swung open.

“A.. Ah. Guten Tag, I… ah, I.. heard the news?”

The.. baby. Right. Oh dear. He offered a nervous grin—you would’ve thought he was the baby daddy without context. Klavier and Kimi hadn’t even spoken much prior; seems Klavier is excited..

-@rockgodklav (love the idea of klavier being so excited to be an uncle and to help out. ykwim??)

Kimi well.. was suprised to see Klavier outside of the door. Well, he had heard his songs and knew him from his music career, but also was aware of Klavier and Kristoph being siblings... But it was late night. He had jsut well... He was in a simply baggy shirt and gym pants. He was still a wreck and tears stains were visible on his face.

“ Ah-... Well hi.. uh.. you must be kristoph's brother, isnt it? Come in- ”

Kimi, with a forced but soft smile said, taking a step back and letting Klavier inside his own house. Well, this was kinda weird. Why the hell was he there, it seemed of crazy.

[rockgodklav]

”I was.. worried you wouldn’t be here, ja.” Klavier stepped inside, putting his coat on the first hanger he saw. “Really, I would’ve thought Kristoph would have had you living with him by now, richtig?”

He sat down, watching Kimi and trying to decipher if, maybe, he shouldn’t show excitement.

“Speaking of Kris.. and the baby.. Is there anyway I can help, perhaps? Ach, moving things, shopping, the like?” He was doing a good job containing himself.

”I know we haven’t spoken much, ja,” he added. “But, ach, can you blame me? New life— achtung, what a concept.”

[firstclassattorney]

Kristoph’s phone dinged where it laid facedown on his desk; someone seemed to have texted him and chosen to notify despite the phone being intentionally silenced.

It was Klavier. Who else? The message read: “Out front.” Simple enough.

Who else besides Klavier would show up uninvited on Kristoph’s doorstep anyway? It was no coincidence it was ten minutes after he was informed about.. the whole baby situation, with Kimi and such.

-@rockgodklav

Kristoph had prayed it was someone else for once; perhaps some kind of scam call, or some bot informing him there were "hot singles in his area" (which he did not care for- he was a loyal man, you see), but no, it was Klavier. A part of him almost felt relieved. Klavier always had this carefree aura to him and the lack of professionalism and stoicness calmed him.

...Which is why he felt so uneasy to see him send such a short, serious message.

That simple "out front" had left him spiraling- or, well, he had been spiraling already- over what they were going to discuss. He simply took a deep breath, attempted to fix his frazzled hair (that had more gel than usual in order to try and look presentable at all times), and went to go greet his brother.

"Klavier! How... lovely, to see you come by."

You mustn't strain your voice. You mustn't look weak. This is your little brother, Kristoph.

[rockgodklav]

Klavier seemed tired himself, seemingly having gotten out of bed to come visit. Kristoph could tell by the lack of makeup and drill-reminiscent hair. He didn’t seem panicked, but rather tired and.. happy.

Ah. He’s excited. The grin on his face gave it away.

”Guten Tag. I, ah..” Klavier messed with the purple beanie on his head. “I heard.. And I’m here, ja.”

He let himself in. Why wouldn’t he? Klavier left his boots at the door and headed right to the couch.

“Tired, Kristoph?” He noticed the overly gelled hair, or maybe it was the wrinkles in his suit, and chuckled hypocritically.

[rockgodklav]

[[Part 4 of an undecided amount]] [[Part 3]] [[Part 2]] [[Part 1]]

[[new reblog chain! if you decide to read the past parts… you have been warned that they are very, very long.]]

@brodorokihousuke

-

If he were of a sounder mind, Klavier might’ve woken Apollo up or even declined the call. It’s none of his business, anyway.

But he was not.

Klavier took Apollo’s phone and locked himself in the bedroom, standing in the farthest corner from the door as he accepted the call.

He cleared his throat and collected himself. Time to be Klavier Gavin, rockstar prosecutor. “..Guten Tag? Fräulien Magician, are you there?”

It’s rude not to greet someone properly, no?

“May I ask why you’ve rung so late, perhaps?”

Klavier shifted his weight between his feet (still wearing only socks) and messed with his already messy hair using his free time. His voice was quieter than usual, clearly trying not to wake a certain horned menace.

[surging-eyes-seeing-through]

[Apollo remained in his spot, either too asleep to acknowledge the man's movement or too exhausted to care.

When Klavier answered the phone and posed his question, there was a drawn-out span of silence that followed. For a moment, it may have even seemed as if the call hadn't gone through, but the faint static suggested otherwise.

"...Mr. Prosecutor? But I thought I called- Are you with Polly?"

[Trucy sounded baffled, understandably so. After a brief two-second pause, she continued, the confusion in her voice making way for her usual casual tone.]

"Oh, I just-! I've been up all night, and I was thinking about how I haven't seen Polly since everything, and... I thought I'd try to call!"

[She was good at hiding her emotions, even more so than her brother. But even then, the grief she held in her heart was strong enough to taint all her words with sadness. Seeing one friend (whom was truly family) aggressively isolate themselves and having another die, all in the span of just over a week... it would be unreasonable to expect anything other than sorrow from her, truly.]

[rockgodklav]

”..Ja, I see.”

Klavier glanced briefly at the door. If his leave of absence was anything like Klavier’s, this call would’ve went unanswered, presumably.

..Poor thing. Klavier could sympathize with Trucy, really—especially this one. Losing what little friends (or family, if you stretched it) you had has to be difficult to cope with. Klavier knows.

“I believe Herr.. Justice may need some space. Forgive him.” Klavier was about to hang up (God knows he needs to get some rest), but he hesitated.

He added, “Get some sleep, Fräulien Magician. You need it—I’m sure.”

[surging-eyes-seeing-through]

"Can I... can I at least talk to him? Just for a minute?"

[The desperation in Trucy's voice, as miniscule as it was, cut through her words. For a small moment, even the calm, cheery facade faltered a little, but it returned in full force for her next words.]

"I know, I just... I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to, right now!"

[Another pause, and a deep breath. The next words were somewhat quieter, murmured through the phone's background static.]

"If I... can't talk to him, can you at least tell him that I... I miss him! And I hope he's doing alright!"

[A few of the photos laying around, as of general note, prominently showed Apollo and Trucy together. The former was basically an honorary Wright family member at this point, anyways, having spent much time with the father-daughter pair.

They both looked happy, then. Everyone did.

How times had changed.]

[rockgodklav]

Klavier picked up the photos. He looked at the happy family—if it can be labeled as such—then at a mirror on the wall. He looked..

..awful. His hair was a rat’s nest from the fighting. Bruises had formed when he rested, on his arms, legs, jaw and left eye—or, atleast those were the ones he could see. His makeup was even worse than when he passed out, torn apart from being clawed and swung at. Dark bags sat under his eyes. Klavier slumped and hardly held himself up

He had never looked so bad.

“..Frau Wright..” He pinched the bridge of his nose. Oh, how to tell the poor girl? That she wasn’t going to speak with the sleeping maniac, or perhaps that he hardly knew her?

Klavier set the photo of the Wrights, Apollo included, back on the bedside table with more care than he had shown to anything all day.

“Forgive me,” he sighed and hung up.

Bad idea. All of it—this was all one awful, horrible idea: staying with Apollo, helping Apollo, telling Apollo what he did. fighting Apollo. That was hardly the start, too. It was all so bad.

Honestly, as he was thinking, Klavier had already started to lay down in Apollo’s empty, messy bed. As soon as his eyes fell shut, they flew open and again. Gott, give him a break; he can’t even sleep.

Just perfect.

Klavier left Apollo’s phone on the bedside table and slowly opened the door to the bedroom, wincing as it creaked..

[surging-eyes-seeing-through]

[Apollo had been in roughly the same position he had been left in, curled on his side with his back to his bedroom. Initially, it wasn't exactly clear if he was still asleep, but the tensing of muscles and grumble of annoyance he gave at the sharp creak of the door could tell one enough information.

Even then, he refused to move at all, not even turning his head in Klavier's direction as he muttered in a broken voice.]

"...Why... what are you doing..?"

[He didn't sound angry at all, voice almost entirely flat save for a slight hint of questioning tone. It seemed like whatever was willing him to fight had dissipated, now leaving him with nothing but empty exhaustion in return.

At least, the chaos was over. But, picking up the pieces- both literal and figurative- that it left behind was a large enough task itself...]

[rockgodklav]

“Just.. walking around, ja,” Klavier murmured, sitting on the floor next to Apollo. These days, it was so easy for him to lie.

A familial thing, perhaps.

His hands, steady once more, hesitated upon being lifted. Klavier watched Apollo’s back. They were both worn and exhausted—a problem they caused for themselves. Instead of helping Apollo, Klavier put his hands back on the ground.

“Ach. Have you been asleep?” Klavier wasn’t certain whether or not his brief conversation was heard. If not, he didn’t plan to fess up that he had taken Apollo’s phone nor did his plan to inform Apollo about what the frau had said.

”And.. forgive me for waking you. Entschuldigung.”

He still sounded different than when fully awake, speaking slower and quieter than usual, but Klavier maintained his over-the-top accent. It helped separate him from the situation; if he was playing a persona, then he couldn’t really feel the reality setting in.

Atleast.. not fully. Klavier just might be going crazy.

[rockgodklav]

[[Part 4 of an undecided amount]] [[Part 3]] [[Part 2]] [[Part 1]]

[[new reblog chain! if you decide to read the past parts… you have been warned that they are very, very long.]]

@brodorokihousuke

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If he were of a sounder mind, Klavier might’ve woken Apollo up or even declined the call. It’s none of his business, anyway.

But he was not.

Klavier took Apollo’s phone and locked himself in the bedroom, standing in the farthest corner from the door as he accepted the call.

He cleared his throat and collected himself. Time to be Klavier Gavin, rockstar prosecutor. “..Guten Tag? Fräulien Magician, are you there?”

It’s rude not to greet someone properly, no?

“May I ask why you’ve rung so late, perhaps?”

Klavier shifted his weight between his feet (still wearing only socks) and messed with his already messy hair using his free time. His voice was quieter than usual, clearly trying not to wake a certain horned menace.

[surging-eyes-seeing-through]

[Apollo remained in his spot, either too asleep to acknowledge the man's movement or too exhausted to care.

When Klavier answered the phone and posed his question, there was a drawn-out span of silence that followed. For a moment, it may have even seemed as if the call hadn't gone through, but the faint static suggested otherwise.

"...Mr. Prosecutor? But I thought I called- Are you with Polly?"

[Trucy sounded baffled, understandably so. After a brief two-second pause, she continued, the confusion in her voice making way for her usual casual tone.]

"Oh, I just-! I've been up all night, and I was thinking about how I haven't seen Polly since everything, and... I thought I'd try to call!"

[She was good at hiding her emotions, even more so than her brother. But even then, the grief she held in her heart was strong enough to taint all her words with sadness. Seeing one friend (whom was truly family) aggressively isolate themselves and having another die, all in the span of just over a week... it would be unreasonable to expect anything other than sorrow from her, truly.]

[rockgodklav]

”..Ja, I see.”

Klavier glanced briefly at the door. If his leave of absence was anything like Klavier’s, this call would’ve went unanswered, presumably.

..Poor thing. Klavier could sympathize with Trucy, really—especially this one. Losing what little friends (or family, if you stretched it) you had has to be difficult to cope with. Klavier knows.

“I believe Herr.. Justice may need some space. Forgive him.” Klavier was about to hang up (God knows he needs to get some rest), but he hesitated.

He added, “Get some sleep, Fräulien Magician. You need it—I’m sure.”

[surging-eyes-seeing-through]

"Can I... can I at least talk to him? Just for a minute?"

[The desperation in Trucy's voice, as miniscule as it was, cut through her words. For a small moment, even the calm, cheery facade faltered a little, but it returned in full force for her next words.]

"I know, I just... I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to, right now!"

[Another pause, and a deep breath. The next words were somewhat quieter, murmured through the phone's background static.]

"If I... can't talk to him, can you at least tell him that I... I miss him! And I hope he's doing alright!"

[A few of the photos laying around, as of general note, prominently showed Apollo and Trucy together. The former was basically an honorary Wright family member at this point, anyways, having spent much time with the father-daughter pair.

They both looked happy, then. Everyone did.

How times had changed.]

[rockgodklav]

Klavier picked up the photos. He looked at the happy family—if it can be labeled as such—then at a mirror on the wall. He looked..

..awful. His hair was a rat’s nest from the fighting. Bruises had formed when he rested, on his arms, legs, jaw and left eye—or, atleast those were the ones he could see. His makeup was even worse than when he passed out, torn apart from being clawed and swung at. Dark bags sat under his eyes. Klavier slumped and hardly held himself up

He had never looked so bad.

“..Frau Wright..” He pinched the bridge of his nose. Oh, how to tell the poor girl? That she wasn’t going to speak with the sleeping maniac, or perhaps that he hardly knew her?

Klavier set the photo of the Wrights, Apollo included, back on the bedside table with more care than he had shown to anything all day.

“Forgive me,” he sighed and hung up.

Bad idea. All of it—this was all one awful, horrible idea: staying with Apollo, helping Apollo, telling Apollo what he did. fighting Apollo. That was hardly the start, too. It was all so bad.

Honestly, as he was thinking, Klavier had already started to lay down in Apollo’s empty, messy bed. As soon as his eyes fell shut, they flew open and again. Gott, give him a break; he can’t even sleep.

Just perfect.

Klavier left Apollo’s phone on the bedside table and slowly opened the door to the bedroom, wincing as it creaked..

[rockgodklav]

Heyy it's my birthday you should come to the party cause you're cool and cool people go to birthdays

-Log

“Aha. I see, I see. Anytime. Send me the information!”

[ooc: I got to this late. 😭 happy belated birthday!!]